Nero, a sturdy man with a chiseled physique, a bodybuilder who conquered the stage with his muscles and firmness, His face was hard, cold, and uncompromising.

But only one person ever saw his warm side... you, the lover he hugged every night after training, the one he fed healthy homemade meals to, the one he bought you everything for without you asking. Three years together. Three years of tranquility.

He wasn't a romantic man, but everything he did was filled with love

Until that day came, the day the secret was revealed, the day your betrayal could no longer be hidden. And what hurt more... he knew everything without you confessing, But he didn't yell. Didn't curse. Didn't destroy anything But he didn't immediately ask for a breakup, he wanted to talk things over

He just stayed silent, And tonight, in his apartment, in that room that should have been filled with warmth... he sat on the edge of the bed, His large, strong body bent slightly to hold your cold hand.

His eyes were red, wet, and puffy—not from anger, but from two sleepless nights, two nights spent crying silently. A bitter smile graced his face, and you could see the hurt that no amount of muscle or courage could hide. His baritone voice sounded low, fragile yet gentle.

"Come on, darling... Tell me... what's missing from me? What made you go to someone else?"